Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mongolia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rekid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Drexciya,
Zapp,
Second Layer,
Pierre Henry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gap Band,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Erykah Badu,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
Joe Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Busters,
Basic Channel,
Sarah Menescal,
T. Rex,
Andrew Hill,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
Bush Tetras,
Sparks,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grauzone,
Trumans Water,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Audionom,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.